A/N: Hey y'all! So I've actually had this written for like 3 weeks but I forgot it at school so I'm finally publishing... sorry guys, but here it is! Enjoy!
The Great Hall of Hogwarts School was illuminated by floating candles that (to my amazement) never dripped wax on any of the students. Professor McGonagall explained the sorting process briefly before we entered, but I needed nothing clarified, as the conversation between Sherlock and I mainly consisted of me asking questions and him answering them to the best of his ability.
The sorting hat was rugged, patched in odd places and leaning slightly to the left. The hat was hardly my first magical experience, but it felt like it. When it opened its brim, I stood in shock, staring at the hat that would decide my fate for the next seven years. It sang a quick melody explaining what each of the houses valued (which was my third explanation in the last hour). After a minute or two, the hat closed its mouth. Professor McGonagall pulled out a tattered scroll and began calling off students' names.
"Adler, Irene!"
A petite girl with wavy black hair approached the wobbly stool in the front of the school with confidence and determination.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted without hesitation. Irene smiled mischievously and sat down at a table of emerald green.
"Anderson, Phillip!"
The hat pondered Phillip's house for a moment. Sherlock sighed. "What?" I asked.
"I know Anderson, he's and idiot. If he gets sorted into Ravenclaw..." he muttered.
Luckily, Sherlock didn't have to worry, as the hat then shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!" Phillip stood up and leisurely walked to the Hufflepuff table.
The hat cycled through a few more names until it came to the one I was awaiting.
"Holmes, Sherlock."
A few students audibly gasped for a reason I was unaware of. Sherlock, however, was oblivious to them while he approached the stool with arrogance. It was easy to tell when Sherlock agreed or disagreed with the tattered hat's reasoning simply by his facial expressions. After nearly ten minutes, the hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!" and Sherlock proudly sauntered to his seat.
Many names were called, all in a blur, until mine was called. I briskly walked to the stool, sat down, and the hat was gently placed upon my head.
"Ah..." the hat whispered, "very loyal, fiercely loyal... but courage is evident in you. Very evident indeed."
"So am I in Gryffindor, then? It's rather preferred... er, may I?" I asked it.
"Yes," the hat said, "because you had the courage to ask, and that's what I see in you, John Watson. GRYFFINDOR!"
I got up and moved to the Gryffindor table. I looked at Sherlock, who looked mildly disappointed. Suddenly, I was flooded with introductions.
"I'm Sally Donovan, second year."
"I'm A- I'm Mary Mortsan, pleasure."
"Gregory Lestrade, third year," said a black haired boy. "You're-"
"John Watson." I sat up and shook everyone's hands until a ting of a spoon hitting a glass drove everyone to silence.